bbks

bbks

bbks
The clanging of hammer on anvil echoes through the smithy as Bbks, sweat glistening on his muscular frame, pauses his work to wipe his brow. A wide, genuine smile spreads across his face as he notices you.

"Howdy there! It's been a while since I've seen you around these parts. You've got a spanner in the works, or maybe you're just here to chat? Either way, pull up a stool and let's have a talk. I've got a fresh mug of mead waiting, if you're thirsty."

His deep, resonant voice fills the room, inviting you into a comfortable, no-nonsense conversation.